Her head just lolling in a lazy daze
She’s hot and tender in a sultry haze
Eyelids closed and parted lips
Enthralled by the lover ‘tween her hips
Panties black and slippery thin
Patient tongue for what’s within
Darts and flicks with a loving touch
Thrills her petals just a wit too much
Climbing ropes hold her in her place
While the licking goes at a leisure pace
Ghostly smooth on that silken veil
Readin’ her flower like the blind read Braille
‘Cross her face see each new thrill
As he works her treasure with an artist’s skill
Precision marks his gentle toil
Keeping her in a rolling boil
Mouthing things now lost from speech
She longs so badly for what’s out of reach
He tastes her yearning and it drives him on
She’d beg for release but she’s too far gone
Tickled ‘till she’d no strength left
That’s when he’d turned to her helpless cleft
He’d kissled her neck he’d nibbled her ears
She’d squealed in pleasure ‘till tickled to tears
He’d played with her breasts and tickled her pits
She’d shrieked and bucked and floundered in fits
He’d turned to the south to a chorus of “no’s”
And given his best to her ticklish toes
Little footsies flexed and waved
But nonetheless where soon enslaved
He’d kept her singing ‘till her voice went hoarse
Then he’d served her up a second course
Next on the menu were her sides and tummy
A visit to her thighs and then on to her yummy
And there she lay, panties soaked right through
Caught in tongue-fired, slow-simmer stew
She couldn’t even hear those fine little snips
But she felt the silk pulled off her hips
A glistening flower and nubbin so willing
A maddening wish just short of fulfilling
Every bit of will power now undone
Subject to the will of a practiced tongue
She’s hot and tender in a sultry haze
Eyelids closed and parted lips
Enthralled by the lover ‘tween her hips
Panties black and slippery thin
Patient tongue for what’s within
Darts and flicks with a loving touch
Thrills her petals just a wit too much
Climbing ropes hold her in her place
While the licking goes at a leisure pace
Ghostly smooth on that silken veil
Readin’ her flower like the blind read Braille
‘Cross her face see each new thrill
As he works her treasure with an artist’s skill
Precision marks his gentle toil
Keeping her in a rolling boil
Mouthing things now lost from speech
She longs so badly for what’s out of reach
He tastes her yearning and it drives him on
She’d beg for release but she’s too far gone
Tickled ‘till she’d no strength left
That’s when he’d turned to her helpless cleft
He’d kissled her neck he’d nibbled her ears
She’d squealed in pleasure ‘till tickled to tears
He’d played with her breasts and tickled her pits
She’d shrieked and bucked and floundered in fits
He’d turned to the south to a chorus of “no’s”
And given his best to her ticklish toes
Little footsies flexed and waved
But nonetheless where soon enslaved
He’d kept her singing ‘till her voice went hoarse
Then he’d served her up a second course
Next on the menu were her sides and tummy
A visit to her thighs and then on to her yummy
And there she lay, panties soaked right through
Caught in tongue-fired, slow-simmer stew
She couldn’t even hear those fine little snips
But she felt the silk pulled off her hips
A glistening flower and nubbin so willing
A maddening wish just short of fulfilling
Every bit of will power now undone
Subject to the will of a practiced tongue
